When one of them had tried to show Donald how to hold the pole properly, Donald had pulled away and said, “I know what I’m doing.” “Yeah, buddy. And you’re doing it really badly.” The rest of the guys had laughed. Donald had thrown his pole onto the deck and stalked off toward the bow. He had been so angry, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking, and Freddy had worried that he might walk right off the boat.
